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was her biological father. However, since I married Anthony

                                while I was pregnant with Hank’s baby, Anthony was the
                                legal father of Hank’s baby. I  finally told Hank that I was
                                pregnant. I also told him that I believed it would best to place
                                her for open adoption considering all the circumstances. I
                                wanted her raised in a safe, stable, and healthy environment,

                                and so he reluctantly agreed. It was a difficult decision for
                                both of us. I interviewed a very nice couple and chose them
                                to be the adoptive parents.

                                       During this time, I worked with a lady who was sweet,
                                supportive, and encouraging. I remember her being a
                                Christian. She was different than other people. I wanted to

                                go to church with her, but the company we worked for went
                                out of business and we lost touch. I will never forget her
                                kindness though. She helped  me have hope when I was
                                struggling emotionally.

                                       In September, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. I

                                was nineteen year’s old. Hank came to visit us in the hospital.
                                I didn’t want to let her go. Nadia was beautiful. Her adoptive
                                mother was waiting for me to give Nadia to her but then went
                                downstairs to give me some alone time. I knew there was no
                                turning back. I had already signed papers. I was holding

                                Nadia in my arms while my mom or dad wheeled me out of
                                the hospital exit to the adoptive mother’s vehicle. I handed
                                the adoptive mother my daughter and felt like a part of me
                                had been ripped out, but I knew she’d give her more than I



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